Niko could not help but stare at Giada. Not only did she come back to him, but she grew into her body beautifully. Sure, before Niko became Don, he would have some of his father's men grab photos and surveillance videos of Giada throughout the years, but nothing compared to seeing her in person. His Giada was gorgeous.
The more Niko slowly traveled his eyes down and over every inch of her body, the more his pants tightened. The more his mind spun with indecent images on how he would want to ravish every inch of her body. "Buon compleanno, Niki," Giada sweetly smiled, taking a small cautious step towards Niko.
Translation: Happy birthday, Niky,
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A/N: Giada's dress
Ronaldo and Giovanni were just as equally lost for words at the sight of the three women standing in front of them. Giovanni tried his best not to keep his eyes on Giada longer than he should. Only he and Giada knew what came of their run-in while he was on business in New York a year or two ago. Giovanni himself tried to the best of his abilities to forget but knew deep down that he never would. Giovanni never thought Giada would ever come back home, but here she was, and she came back only for Niko.
Giovanni made the first move, as Niko was still trying to determine if Giada was indeed standing in front of him. "Gigi," Giovanni spoke up, watching as she slowly pulled her eyes away from Nikos. As Giada laid her eyes on Giovanni, it was like he, too, was beginning to feel the speechlessness that overcame Niko. Giovanni lifted Giada's hand to his lips, pecking against her soft and delicate golden skin. "Bello come sempre," Giovanni complemented,
Translation: As beautiful as ever,
"Good to see you too, Gio," Giada grinned up at Giovanni, slowly pulling her hand back. Ronaldo took it upon himself to step in front of Niko, "Do not mind him. It's not everyday that he's lost for words." He lowly said to Giada reassuringly, greeting her with two respectable kisses on each of her cheeks.
Giada nodded her head, "I hope you are right," she said to Ronaldo, who stepped in front of Camila.
"Who is this?" Ronaldo smirked, lifting Camila's hand to his lips.
"This is Camilla and Hailey, my best friends," Giada introduced,
"Aren't you beautiful," Ronaldo said to Camilla; he was undoubtedly interested in finding more about the stunning woman that stood in front of him—sizing him up with her hazel eyes.
